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    In the thirty-ninth year of Fengxing, the emperor died.

    Heavy snow covered the city, and the whole country mourned.

    In the middle of the night, going south from Cheng'an Gate, the palace gate, the long imperial corridor is covered with mourning flags dancing with the chaotic snow, and against the burned out lights on the roadside, it looks like Huangquan Road.

    Going further west and crossing two deserted long streets, you will see a black-and-white mansion. Looking at the plaque, it is the mansion of the only king with a different surname in Fengxing¡ªJingwang Mansion.

    A series of clear footprints were left on the snow-covered bluestone road, and a man in a black court dress came slowly stepping on the snow, dragging his clothes on the ground.

    He didn't even hold an umbrella in such heavy snow, a pile of snow had already fallen on his shoulders, and he was holding a small sandalwood case in his hand, on which was a glass of jade bottle full of wine. Because of the extreme cold, a thin layer had formed on the edge.  Thin crystal cream.

    It was already midnight, and the gate of the mansion was wide open. The outside of King Jing's mansion looked majestic and majestic, but when you walked in, you could see the dry grass all over the ground, very desolate, not much better than the famous ghost house in the capital.

    Heavy snow fell from the sky, Song Xian walked through the vestibule, through a hand-painted corridor, and finally arrived at the residence of Prince Jing.

    King Jing Suiyan's yard is not big, and it has been undisturbed for an unknown period of time, and it is full of withered grass. There are only a few small flour lanterns on the corridor, with lamp oil in them, and they are burning quietly.

    Song Xian had no expression on his face, half a drop of wine bottle in his hand was not spilled, and he stepped in steadily. Just as he entered the courtyard, the door to the side opened suddenly.

    Song Xian followed the prestige, and Sui Yan just came out of the room.

    It is rumored that Sui Yanrao, an ignorant playboy, was imprisoned for a year, but he is still gorgeous.

    He was dressed in a purple robe embroidered with crabapple flowers, and he was extremely gorgeous. Standing under the corridor with picturesque features, he was as exquisite as a picture scroll.

    The two haven't seen each other for ten years, but Sui Yan still looks like that young boy in a trance, muscular as a breeze, with elegant clothes.

    Sui Yan's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't see anyone else, he slumped to the bench beside the promenade, laying lazily on it, looking at a small lantern at his feet with sparkling eyes,  Looks like he's in a good mood.

    Song Xian stepped forward, put the small sandalwood case in his hand on the stone table beside him, and said indifferently: "I forgot to return, I haven't seen you for a long time."

    Sui Yan seemed to be stunned for a moment, squinted at the person in front of him, finally smiled and said, "Long time no see, who are you?"

    Song Xian: ""

    "Song Xian, I used to be the attendant of the third prince with the lord in the palace," Song Xian said indifferently, "The lord is really forgetful, but it's true, His Highness and I were assigned to Canglin Temple for seven years.  Lord Jing, who wants the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain, naturally won't miss us little people."

    Song Xian?

    Sui Yan blinked his eyes, but he still couldn't remember who this person was, but listening to his words, there was a resentment in every sentence, King Jing said quickly: "Oh, remember, Song Xian, remember.  Mr. Song has a lot of affairs to deal with every day, how come you have time to come to me?"

    Song Xian didn't expose him. He glanced coldly at the lanterns at his feet and the hem of his red and purple clothes, and said disapprovingly, "It's a national funeral. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to show off like this."

    During the national mourning period, no matter whether civil or military officials or civilians, they must serve plain onyx within the 27th day, and all entertainment and pleasure are forbidden.

    Sui Yanqi said: "Isn't today the Lantern Festival, what's wrong? Oh yes, national mourning, the emperor died?"

    Song Xian frowned.

    "I've been in this ghostly place for more than a year. Except for the housekeeper who delivers meals every day, there is no one around. No one even told me about such a big event." Sui Yan stood up and took off the purple robe on her body.  Take it off, revealing a thin plain shirt inside.

    Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an exquisite filial piety.

    Song Xian frowned: "Did you know the emperor would die?"

    With such a heavy snow, Sui Yan was shivering in the cold in a single dress, but he smiled: "That's not true, I just hoped for his death all the time. After so many years, this filial dress finally came in handy  ¡ª¡ªSo Mr. Song, what is the purpose of you coming to me so late, to spread the will of the new emperor?"

    Song Xian was a little surprised: "Why do you know?"

    Sui Yan let the snow fall on his body, and said lightly: "What's so hard to guess, and if I'm not wrong, your wine bottle is full of 'stigma'?"

    "Stigma" is a secret medicine in the palace, and it is often given to the shameful or treacherous people of the royal family. After drinking, the stigma left to the royal family will also disappear in the world. Seeing blood seal the throat,  The unique life is only an hour.

    & nThe enemy picked up the corpse and whipped it, and then threw it in the mass grave to be eaten by wild animals.  Prince Jing, who had all the power in the past, would die in this way. Are you afraid of becoming a lonely ghost?  "

    Sui Yan thought thoughtfully: "This way of dying is not bad."

    Yuejian didn't speak.

    The two of them waited quietly like this, when the snow whizzed and quickly covered Sui Yan's body with a layer of white snow, making his face even more fair.

    After a long time, Yue Jian said softly: "Sui Yan?"

    ? No one answered.

    Yue Jian said again: "Forgot to return?"

    He tilted his head slightly, and saw that Sui Yan, who was lying on the soft couch, had closed his eyes at some point, with a layer of hoarfrost on his long eyelashes.

    Yue Jian leaned over slightly, stretched out his slender hand to wipe a trace of blood from Sui Yan's lips, and after a while, he whispered: "You are too tired."

    He took off the red cloak and covered Sui Yan who had lost his temperature, with a smile on his face, as if the person in front of him really just fell asleep.

    "Go to sleep."

    The courtyard is full of lanterns, and the crystal clear and falling snow is like spots of fluorescent light.

    After the heavy snow, it is covered in silver.

    The new emperor came to power, and it was a brand new dynasty.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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